Neil Young:Tired Eyes Lyrics

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Well he shot four men in a cocaine dealHe left 'em lying in an open fieldFull of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrorsHe tried to do his best but he could not

Please take my advice, please take myPlease take my adviceOpen up the tired eyesOpen up the tired eyes

Well it wasn't supposed to go down that wayBut they burned his brother you knowAnd they left him lying in the drivewayThey let him down with nothingHe tried to do his best but he could not

Please take my advice, please take my advicePlease take my adviceOpen up the tired eyesOpen up the tired eyes

Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me moreI mean was he a heavy doper or Was he just a loser, and he was a friend of yoursWhat do you mean he had bullet holes in his mirrorsHe tried to do his best but he could not

Please take my advice, please take my advicePlease take my adviceOpen up the tired eyesOpen up the tired eyes

Well please take my advicePlease take my adviceOpen up the tired eyesOpen up the tired eyes